Chapter 367： Alas, who keeps who?

Wen Renchen rubbed her forehead with a headache and was really defeated by her.

If she were her own employee, she would have passed Pass by her strict standards and never hired her.

Wen Renchen could not help but suspect that it would be too bad to get Dongfangjun's entertainment company into this small scourge. Would you like to make up for him tomorrow?

Because of Xia Liang's ridiculous behavior, Wen Renchen had no expectation for her acting and singing, nor did she feel that she would succeed. She just wanted to make her happy.

He even thought about whether he would invest in a special album for her and then make a movie. No matter if anyone listened or watched it, it would be nice to let her have an addiction.

Xia Liang didn't know Wen Renchen's thoughts when she read the plaque. She now listened to this "Tear of the Stars" from beginning to end, and made sure she remembered the melody and lyrics.

Then turned off the singing, leaving only the accompaniment, holding the microphone in hand, Xia Liang began to sing.

She also turned off the lights specifically, and could only turn to the dim spotlight, turned to face Wen Renchen, and smiled at him sweetly, as a gift, showing that she was really serious.

Wen Renchen looked at her, followed her every move, never missed a minute, as if it had stuck to her.

No matter how she sings, Wen Renchen thought, she was so beautiful that he could not let his eyes down in the dim light, and he liked to see her so energetic and so cute.

"The stars are flashing, it's your tears ..."

However, as soon as Xia Liang sang, Wen Renchen's eyes widened.

It turned out to be really nice.

Not only in tuning, but even in her voice, there are some traits that belong to her. Wen Renchen is not a musician. I do n’t know how to describe it, but it feels very attractive, beautiful, and I can fully grasp it. Your ears are intoxicating.

With her singing, Wen Renchen closed her eyes and relaxed her body.

As she said, this is a very soft song, which is very comfortable.

At the end, Wen Renchen opened his eyes and applauded her, then stood up, held her in his arms, and said, "Singing well. It was unexpected to me."

"Is that very happy with me for the first time?" Xia Liang held Mike in his hand, hugged him, and asked with a smile.

"Your first time yesterday, I am also very satisfied." Wen Renchen said vaguely, then hugged her, sat back on the sofa, let her sit on her lap, could not help but kiss her hard Lips.

It was a long time before this lingering kiss ended ...

"Woohoo ..." Xia Liang gasped, feeling that he couldn't breathe, and then his tongue was wooden and his lips were wooden.

Every kiss I heard was as fierce as if I was going to swallow her.

"The tongue headache is not flexible anymore." Xia Liang waited for a moment before he said. "Be lighter in the future. If you are bad, you can't sing."

Wen Renchen heard her, shook her head funny, nodded her nose, and said, "Relax. It won't break."

"Do you like the songs you listen to?" Xia Liang asked him, "I sing to you."

"No." Wen Renchen shook his head. "Those are not mine."

Xia Liang heard him say this and said immediately, "When I learn the basics of music creation, I will write a song and sing a song for you. It belongs to you, okay?"

"Okay. I'm waiting." Wen Renchen smiled, kissed her lips lightly, and said, "Your little mouth is getting sweeter."

"It's always sweet." Xia Liang said without a word.

When Xia Liang sang a little, and it was too late, Wen Renchen picked her up, walked to the bathroom, and said vaguely, "I ate you once yesterday. At least twice today."

"No, no," Xia Liangpan wrapped around his waist, knowing the next battle book, "at least three times."

"That's what you said." Wen Renchen's eyes darkened, warning, "After a while, don't ask for mercy."

Before she could answer, Wen Renchen was close to her ear, her voice was low, and she added again, "It's useless to ask for forgiveness, I will do it to death tonight, you."

"..." Xia Liang heard this, and felt a little trembling with his own legs.

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After waiting for three hours, Xia Liang was weakly pressed by Wen Renchen and continued his unfinished movement. For the first time, he tasted regret.

"Woohoo ..." Xia Liang whispered, humiliatingly begging for mercy, said, "Can you owe it first, can you continue tomorrow?"

"Women, what do you think?" Wen Renchen kept moving and pressed on her, said, "Did you forget what I said before?"

"... No." Xia Liang grieved. "You continue."

The demon you make will suffer even if you die.

She really doesn't like domineering presidents at all. As for what she is asking for every night, alas, sure enough, the novel does not fool me.

Xia Liang feels that their ability in this regard has improved accordingly ...

Xia Liang even felt at this moment that he had peeked into the true meaning of the world characters in these tasks of system design.

Of course, her cranky thoughts didn't last long, because Wen Renchen took her to the next sink, leaving her no time to think.

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Until the next morning, Xia Liang felt that he could still open his eyes on time. It was a miracle.

"Wake up?" Wen Renchen patted her and said, "It looks good. Recovery is good."

"Heard people, you broke me, and no one will cook for you." Xia Liang said seriously, "Although the **** is good, we have to stop it."

"Take a truce tonight." Wen Renchen smiled at her, then stretched out her hand, massaged her, and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"Um." Xia Liang lay down on the bed, squinting with enjoyment, and praised, "Good technique. Grab a tip in my wallet for a while."

"Women, are you still addicted?" Wen Renchen kneaded her waist and warned, "Give me just enough!"

"Okay." Xia Liang was comfortable rubbing him, turned over, and then flung him in his arms, deliberately and softly, "Heard people, you are great, good man. They really love you dead . "

"Give me a good talk." Wen Renchen was helpless by her, patted her head, pulled her from her arms, and urged, "Your agent is here. Waiting for you downstairs . Get up. "

"So early?" Xia Liang immediately got up, holding back his sore thighs, quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash, and then rushed out to change clothes. Within three minutes, everything was done. Wen Renchen watched and couldn't help shaking his head.

She has no temperament at all. Just a little wild cat.